Kristylez - Who I Is Lyrics

Yo Danny, you killed this guitar, man
And you know who I is
I'm number one, I done told you before
These cats ain't on my level
I done told you before
This game mine and you already know
My shit drop like bombs and I'm about to explode
I rock ice and expensive clothes
Champagne at the club
I don't even pay for
Nigga you mad cause you lame and broke
And you don't wanna start a war cause the flame I tote
These dudes steadly tryna copy my style
When you gon' learn my nigga it's one Kristyle
You cats all in my face and talk shit
Mouth running more than a f*cking water faucet
Nigga it's logic I gets that profit
Familiar face nigga I'm a f*cking target
And all I ever hear is people's gossip
Make way nigga cause I'm here to start shit
And you know who I is
Why these motherf*ckers is all in my biz
Jealous ass niggas pretend they my friends
Get yours nigga and handle your shit
Handle your shit
Handle your shit
Get yours nigga and handle your shit
Keep your eyes off mine and handle your biz
Get yours nigga and handle your shit
Once again it's me
I am a problem
Niggas better solve him
Nigga I'm ballin
Ice dripping on my neck, nigga I'm flossin
Man that watch on my wrist
Man that shit be costing man
And I ain't even gotta spit no more
My team hungry for a meal and they ready to blow
So I suggest you dudes, let my gangsters through
Cause they don't give a flying f*ck if you with your crew
I drive German made cars while you sitting on your porch
See me riding past your yard with your hater face on dog
What you hatin on?
Kris get the paper dog
Nigga I be getting mine
Hope y'all niggas getting yours
My bank account look like Cheerios
All them O's got them hoes saying
Damn I wanna roll
Ha, but I ain't here to brag, I'm here to show you
How the best rappers sound
Nigga check my vocals, ha
And you know who I is
Why these motherf*ckers is all in my biz
Jealous ass niggas pretend they my friends
Get yours nigga and handle your shit
Handle your shit
Handle your shit
Get yours nigga and handle your shit
Keep your eyes off mine and handle your biz
Get yours nigga and handle your shit
Yea, now have you lost your mind?
Half-rappin ass niggas man this game is mine
Yea, I'm from the streets where they bang them nine's
Gettin money muthaf*cka man I'm on the grind, yea
Kristyle is the shit you know why
Ain't nobody f*cking with me, lyrically no lie
Hot shit that I spit time after time
Popular nigga they see me comin nigga I shine
Tryna to figure how I do it and they wondering why
Stay the f*ck out my business, keep your eyes off mine
We grinding over here
Y'all whinin over there
While we winning over here
Y'all crying over there
And you know my name, Kristyle motherf*cker
I spit that hot shit, straight off the block motherf*cker
I keeps it real, y'all niggas fake for real
Get your mind right nigga stop hatin for real
And you know who I is
Why these motherf*ckers is all in my biz
Jealous ass niggas pretend they my friends
Get yours nigga and handle your shit
Handle your shit
Handle your shit
Get yours nigga and handle your shit
Keep your eyes off mine and handle your biz
Get yours nigga and handle your shit
Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like for y'all to give it up for Danny
On the guitar
He's a talented individual I must say